Umbrella Travel to the Heavens

Dots of crystal light swirled quietly from Zhang Sanfeng's eye sockets, and just as they were about to fall, he also came back to his senses when he heard someone's footsteps approaching, restraining his wounds.

Zhou Zhiruo approached lightly, and looked sideways at the two young men who were not wearing Wudang Taoist robes.

She knew that one of these two people should be Song Qingshu, the son of Wudang Song Yuanqiao, and the other should be Zhang Wuji, the orphan of Wudang Zhang Cuishan.

After the lotus steps settled down, she turned around and looked up to see a chubby figure leading the Six Heroes of Wudang with her back facing her. Zhou Zhiruo quickly removed the veil from her face to show her beautiful face in salute.

Then he saluted with his hands, and spoke slowly, with clear words and respectful words.

"Emei disciple Zhou Zhiruo joins Daoist Zhang."

Zhang Sanfeng turned around and replied with a little humor: "The anger of extinction is not so great."

Strictly speaking, it seems a little impolite to criticize the master in front of other disciples.

But Zhou Zhiruo smiled when she heard that, neither angry nor annoyed.

"My teacher has concentrated on studying Buddhism in recent years, and his self-cultivation has naturally improved to a higher level."

He quietly defended his master's face and reputation, and did not offend him.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled with satisfaction, this generation of Emei disciples is not as miserable as being extinct, and her Emei can finally be passed on properly.

Zhang Sanfeng's attitude was very good in an instant, and there was some praise in his words.

"You are very good at talking, Juejue is lucky to receive your apprentice."

Then he whispered in his mouth and waved his hand to signal

"Wuji, come get the Yitian Sword and return it to Emei."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu's expression froze immediately, and he took a deep sideways look at Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji was still a little timid in this situation, without saying a word, he took the Yitian Sword from Zhang Sanfeng and handed it to Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo also raised her head and fixed her eyes on the simple-looking young man in front of her.

On such an occasion, it is not a trivial matter for Wudang to return the Yitian Sword to Emei, but Zhang Sanfeng used the close name Zhang Wuji to represent Wudang, and the intimacy and love contained in this is self-evident.

Zhou Zhiruo knew in her heart that although Zhang Sanfeng had passed on Wudang master to Song Yuanqiao, he still had to make up his mind as to who the next generation master would be as long as Zhang Sanfeng survived.

In other words, among the three generations of Wudang disciples, Zhang Wuji is very likely to be the next head of Wudang.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhiruo quickly smiled, expressing her closeness.

"Brother Wuji, are you the son of Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Wuxia?"

She thought in her heart that as soon as the young man in front of her answered the words, she would immediately spout out words like "I admire Zhang Wuxia very much since I was young", and then further draw the relationship between the two of them and leave a good impression.

But Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that the death of his parents had always been a heart problem for Zhang Wuji, and Zhang Wuji stuttered for a while.

Before Zhang Wuji could answer anything, Song Qingshu couldn't wait to jump out.

"That's right, Junior Brother Wuji is an orphan left by Fifth Senior Uncle."

After drawing Zhou Zhiruo's gaze to himself, Song Qingshu raised his head and saluted immediately.

"Song Qingshu, my father is Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang."

At this time Zhang Sanfeng interjected: "Zhiruo, you have come from a long way, so you can stay for two days, and let my apprentice Song Yuanqiao teach you a set of Wudang swordsmanship."

Zhou Zhiruo was overjoyed when she heard the words, and bowed to express her gratitude: "Thank you, Master Zhang."

Which school didn't hide its own martial arts, and didn't pass it on to disciples of its own school with unknown roots and poor aptitude, let alone pass it on to disciples of other schools.

Swordsmanship is not important, what Zhou Zhiruo values ​​is this honor and closeness.

A few days later, in a restaurant at the foot of Wudang, Li Xiu was inviting people to dinner again.

He pretended to be sending firewood to Wudang before, but suddenly disappeared for more than ten days, how could Wudang wait foolishly for him not to change.

Li Xiu was not stupid enough to ask for the uncomfortable job of chopping firewood, but repeated the old trick and bought Chaifu who replaced him with a lot of money.

The routines are old and vulgar, but they are superior in that they are extremely useful.

Li Xiu, who treats money like dirt, has heard a lot from history and legends since he was a child, and occasionally saw it on TV, but unfortunately he has never seen it in real life.

He is the master, not Wudang, when the golden gold is thrown down.

After getting the news from Chai Fu from Wudang's kitchen, Li Xiu's mind immediately became alive.

Zhang Sanfeng retreated, and Wudang Six Heroes accompanied him to protect the law. Now Wudang is Song Qingshu's acting head to manage all affairs big and small.

Li Xiu wanted to go up the mountain to get the Yitian Sword, but he had always been afraid of Zhang Sanfeng, saying that he had self-knowledge or "follow the heart".

In short, in terms of internal strength, Li Xiu, who has achieved great success in nine suns, is very confident in competing with Zhang Sanfeng.

But in terms of hand skills, Zhang Sanfeng probably hangs him up and beats him if he wants to hang him up, and hits him on the ground if he wants to hit him on the ground.

It's really not easy to beat him like kneading dough, after all, there is nearly a hundred years of martial arts knowledge and actual combat experience between him and Zhang Sanfeng.

And it's not an ordinary century of martial arts experience. He was hunted down by Shaolin when he was young. After he worked hard to create Wudang, he had to fight against the whole world.

In the original novel, Zhang Sanfeng brought Zhang Wuji to Shaolin to see Shaolin Jiuyang Kung Fu. At that time, Shaolin meant: I don’t believe that Zhang Sanfeng can kill all of you when thousands of disciples from Shaolin Temple come together.

Shaolin Temple, the largest school of martial arts that has been passed down for hundreds of years, unexpectedly did not have the first thought of "if Zhang Sanfeng is rude, I will take him down for questioning", but a momentum that is serious and internal, and the worst is to be broken.

One person scares the whole Shaolin into a panic. Looking around the world for hundreds of years, has it happened before, and will it happen again!

Moreover, it is still a more peak stage in Zhang Sanfeng's life, he is about to create the unworldly martial arts Taijiquan and Taijijian, and earn the title of "real person".

In a world where there is no element of cultivating immortals at all, the self-created path has gradually shifted from martial arts masters to enlightenment and cultivating immortals, how terrifying and amazing!

With Zhang Sanfeng sitting in Wudang, Li Xu really wouldn't be so stupid as to come to provoke him.

But now that Zhang Sanfeng is in seclusion, there are only three generations of disciples left in Wudang and one Emei Zhou Zhiruo, Li Xiu doesn't pay attention at all.

He sneaked into Wudang that night, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

In the Wudang faction, a besiege was taking place in an exquisite small courtyard where only Wudang distinguished guests could stay.

Several ordinary Wudang disciples surrounded and kicked Zhang Wuji, the personal disciple and grandson Zhang Sanfeng loved very much.

Zhang Wuji was beaten until his face was black and blue, his body was covered in dirt, and he crawled and hid on the ground in embarrassment.

Song Qingshu, a brother of the same school, smiled the most happily and proudly. Usually, Zhang Wuji was so favored by his master, that even he didn't dare to go too far on the face. How could he be so happy today.

Zhou Zhiruo stood aside and covered her face with a chuckle, also mocking.

Fortunately, before, she thought Zhang Wuji must be Wu's next leader because of Zhang Sanfeng's love and affection, so she hurriedly chatted and even courted him.

But who knew that Zhang Wuji had been hit by Xuanming God's palm eight years ago, and he couldn't practice martial arts for the rest of his life, and he might live for a long time. How could Wudang let a useless person be the master.

That's why she later accepted Song Qingshu's great hospitality, and agreed to his plan to collude with him in acting, teasing and bullying Zhang Wuji.

Dust filled the air, and there were frequent beatings on his body, Zhang Wuji felt extremely bitter.

He lost his father and mother since he was a child, and grew up in this Wudang school. The small place also allowed him to see through the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and made him passive and more sensible.

Apart from the fact that Shigong really loves him and wants to dissolve the cold poison of Xuanming for him, there are also several uncles and uncles who take care of him from time to time.

None of Wudang's three generations of disciples gave him a good face.

Seeing that he can't practice martial arts and has nothing to rely on but can be very close to his master, he is either ignored or bullied, especially the group led by fellow senior brother Song Qingshu.

But what can he do, he can't beat him again, is he like a seven-year-old boy going to report to his uncle and teacher?

"Master and uncle, he is the one who bullies me."

If those people could think clearly about the benefits and harms involved after knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger, how could they be the first to bully him.

If the catastrophe does not come to him, how can people have a long memory and restrain themselves.

After a long time, sooner or later there will be "Shi Gong Shi Bo, someone bullied me again."

How many times can he repeat it like this, and it's not ridiculous?

It doesn't matter if he is laughed at by others, but in this way, his parents are in the spirit of the sky, but because of his acceptance, Zhang Wuji is not worthy to be a son of man.

What's more, there is Song Qingshu in there, the son of Song Yuanqiao, the master uncle he has always respected, and the son of the current head of Wudang, the default third generation head of Wudang.

Is that what he can sue? After suing once, the jealousy will regenerate, and he will definitely be bullied even worse.

Zhang Wuji thought very clearly at first, Shigong is more than a hundred years old this year, Haoshou is old, disrespectful thinks that people's lifespan will eventually come to an end, Shigong can live for a few more years.

If you have grievances, bear with them, don't worry your master these years, once your master is gone, you will lose your strong inner strength to keep him alive, once the cold poison breaks out, there is nothing you can do, he and your master are no different.

He used to come here like this, but today is different, the teachers and uncles are not here and they are going to retreat for three months, Song Qingshu has no scruples, even if he is killed, he has a lot of excuses to exonerate him.

Zhang Wuji was really a little panicked, these people no longer care about the severity of their attacks, and if they don't resist, they may be beaten to death or tortured to death.

As soon as he decided to resist, by the way, all the grievances and sufferings accumulated in the past eight years also rushed to his heart, and he was suddenly angry, his face flushed like blood.

Zhang Wuji groped for a stone brick from the ground, and then swung the general backwards, like a madman.

One was that Zhang Wuji did not expect to resist, and the other was that he was frightened by his desperate appearance, and several Wudang disciples couldn't help but backed up and scattered.

Zhang Wuji, on the other hand, could not stop his anger all his life, he chased and beat several Wudang disciples with stone bricks in his hands, somehow he gained the upper hand.

But the good times didn't last long, Song Qing's face immediately turned cold, and he attacked fiercely.

A few blows made Zhang Wuji back again and again, and the stone brick in his hand fell into nowhere.

In the end, Song Qingshu kicked Zhang Wuji to the tree in the yard, and even pinned Zhang Wuji's neck with his feet so that he couldn't move.

Zhang Wuji was weak and weak and tried several times but could not escape.